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It’s quiet day in a small, American town.  

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It’s warm, with a slight breeze. A calm, 
simple Sunday, just like so many others.  

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Very few people set their alarms and most 
are still asleep at 8 AM. It’s the kind of  

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town where everyone knows and trusts everyone 
else. After all, what are good neighbors for?

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While his wife still sleeps 
back in their modest home,  

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a retired man in his mid-sixties decides to 
start the day off right. With a rod in one  

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hand and a tackle box in the other, he makes 
his way down the side of a grassy embankment  

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towards his favorite fishing spot along 
the local river. He’s even got a pair of  

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neatly-cut sandwiches in an old-fashioned, metal 
lunch pail. The picture of small town bliss.

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But something he sees stops him in his tracks. 
Something large, floating in the water.  

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He freezes. He wants to write it off as 
driftwood or some trash that someone has  

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thrown into the river, but in his heart 
of hearts, he knows better than that.  

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What’s floating in the water is a human corpse. 

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Not long after, the local sheriff’s department is 
on the scene, dredging the body out of the water.  

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It’s about as small and underfunded as you can 
expect for a group of police officers from a place  

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where nothing ever seems to happen. There hadn’t 
been a murder in this quaint little burg in years…

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When they turn over the body, it 
isn’t hard to make a positive ID.  

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The pallid, water-bloated face of a well 
known local man stares up at them with blank,  

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dead eyes. Some in attendance gasp at the sight of 
it. It’d been years since the last murder in town,  

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but when that last murder had occurred, the 
prime suspect had been… this very same man.

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Ten years prior, he had been a successful local 
mechanic, but that all changed when his wife  

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turned up dead in a field - her face caved in 
by some kind of heavy bludgeoning instrument.  

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It was a brutal crime, the most 
horrific the town had ever seen.  

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Reporters traveled in from all 
over the state to cover it,  

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and that’s when the web of secrets tied around 
this one tragic incident began to truly unravel.

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It was an open secret in town that the 
man and his wife weren’t exactly on the  

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fondest of terms. He was known for 
having affairs with women half his age.  

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Rumor had it that his wife was tired of being 
betrayed and humiliated by her good-for-nothing,  

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philandering husband, and was finally going 
to break it off. With the knowledge of  

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his infidelity being so public, she’d take 
him for all he was worth in divorce court.

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And it wasn’t long after these 
rumors began that she turned up dead.

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Soon, fingers were pointed - Most of 
them, naturally, in the man’s direction.  

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He lawyered up and denied every charge, 
but in the court of public opinion,  

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he’d already been convicted. That, however, 
was the only court he’d ever be convicted in.

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Despite the wealth of circumstantial evidence, 
there wasn’t enough to convict him of his wife’s  

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killing. He was acquitted of all charges and 
went free, despite his reputation in town  

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taking a severe dive. In the next few years, 
he’d marry one of his very young mistresses,  

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and the news story would fade away back into 
the darkness of small-town rumors and hearsay.  

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The murder of his wife would 
remain forever unsolved.

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With all the context in mind, the fisherman, a 
few locals, and the handful of police officers  

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stare down at the dead face of the man, his 
soaked body sprawled out on the riverbank.  

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A police deputy uses a gloved hand 
to tilt his head upwards slightly,  

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revealing the long, deep wound 
in his throat, carved so deep  

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it cuts to bone. His throat had been slashed, and 
whoever had done it had been extremely thorough.

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The identity of the victim had been 
confirmed, as had the method of murder.  

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Only one question remained: Who murdered him?
Hours later, across town, a man wakes up alone in  

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bed after a long, refreshing sleep. His young wife 
of five years went downstairs a few hours before  

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to do some chores and cook breakfast, leaving him 
to his rest. He rubs the sleep from his eyes and  

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yawns. It’s a sunny day outside. How wonderful. 
And he can smell breakfast cooking downstairs.

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He smiles, gets up, dresses, and makes his 
way down the stairs at a leisurely pace.  

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He can hear his wife humming in the 
kitchen. As he passes the threshold,  

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he calls her name, and she freezes 
up. Her body shakes slightly.

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Is that… Fear?

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He doesn’t understand. He steps closer.

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Suddenly, she turns and screams at 
him, like he’s an intruder wearing a  

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ski mask and holding out a knife. 
He tells her that it’s just him,  

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that everything is fine. He begs her to explain 
what’s going on. Instead, she asks what he’s  

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doing in her house and threatens to call 
the police. He has no idea what’s going on.

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He takes another step forward, and she reacts 
severely. His young wife grabs the handle of  

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her frying pan and swings it, hitting him 
as sausages and hot oil fly through the air.  

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He shrieks in a mix of pain, shock, and pure 
terror, before running out of the room. What  

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is happening? Has his wife has lost her 
mind? He needs to get help immediately.

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He rushes out his house but when he reaches the 
street outside, he finds no safety or comfort,  

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only confused, judgmental stares from his 
supposed neighbors. They all turn to look  

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at him with the exact same expression as 
his wife. A look that says, “Who are you?”

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As he continues to run, calling for help and 
fighting back the pain of his oil-scalded skin,  

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he just gets more of those same 
stares from everyone he encounters.  

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They look at him like he’s 
some kind of raving madman,  

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not someone who’d just been the victim 
of a random and brutal domestic assault.

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And yet, back at his home, his wife is 
already calling the local police to tell  

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them about the stranger who’d just broken 
into her house and tried to attack her.

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The sheriff’s department deputy on the other 
end of the line can’t believe what he’s hearing.  

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A man turns up dead in the local river, and 
before they can even give his wife the news,  

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she’s calling to report that a stranger had 
tried to attack her in her own home. Could  

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it be any more obvious that this stranger 
was the one behind her husband’s murder?

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Given that everyone knows 
everyone in a town like this,  

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it stands to reason that her husband’s killer 
and his wife’s home invader must have come  

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from out of town. Perhaps a drifter, or 
someone her husband had owed money to.

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Given the kind of person he was, it was 
no surprise that he’d burned some kind  

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of bridge badly enough that someone out there 
would want him dead, and act on that desire.  

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Case closed. All that was left to do now was 
catch this violent madman and bring him to justice  

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before he could hurt anyone else. What kind 
of justice would they give him, exactly?

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Well, they could decide on the particulars later…

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As the man continues his frantic run across 
town, searching in vain for somebody,  

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anybody to come to his aid, rumors 
begin to spread through town.  

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After all, in a place where everyone knows 
everyone, people have a tendency to talk.

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It doesn’t take long for half of the town to hear 
about the local man who had been found dead in the  

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river with his throat slashed open. That the same 
maniac that killed him had made an attempt on his  

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young wife’s life and she’d just barely managed 
to fight him off. That the murderer had come in  

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from out of town, and that now he was running 
through the streets, babbling like a psychopath.

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It doesn’t take long for a consensus to form. 
It’s clear that, if left to his own devices,  

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this outsider will only hurt more people. 
Who will it be next? It could be any of them…

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The townsfolk feel afraid, upset, unsafe, but 
most of all, they feel paranoid. The shadow  

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of the maniac seems to be lurking around every 
corner. If they want to keep themselves safe,  

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and avenge the death of the poor man in the 
river, they’ll need to take justice into  

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their own hands or this intruder could completely 
upend their town’s quiet life. It’s the only way.

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They unlock their gun safes and arm themselves 
with shotguns, handguns, and rifles. Those without  

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guns grab bats, hammers, and knives. Some grab 
shovels and pitchforks from their tool sheds.  

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This loose maniac may be dangerous, 
but they have numbers on their side.  

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Together, they’ll find him 
and give him what he deserves.

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The man is still running through the streets, 
in pain, wondering where everyone has gone.  

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His life is falling apart around 
him and he doesn’t even know why.  

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Is this all a nightmare? Is he going insane?

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Before long, he can hear footsteps. People are 
approaching in groups, yelling, chanting. He  

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sees a crowd turn a nearby corner and stare. 
Guns. Knives. Literal pitchforks and torches.  

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Wide, bulging eyes and borne teeth. 
Someone points at him and barks.

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“There he is! Get him!”

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That’s when realizes that, for some reason, 
these maniacs have it in for him too,  

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he turns tail and begins to run. He hasn’t 
gone insane, everyone else has. He can hear  

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the thundering of their many footsteps chasing 
him. He ducks and screams as gunshots ring out,  

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whizzing past him. Some even throw rocks. All 
these people - This isn’t fear, this is pure,  

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undiluted rage. They want to kill 
him in the street in broad daylight.

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He hears some of them screaming, 
“Murderer! Murderer! We’ll get you!”

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In his terrified mind, he wonders, Is this 
what this is all about? His first wife? He’d  

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been acquitted. It was so many years ago. Why 
would they all turn on him? Why now? It’s--

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Relief swells and washes over him when he sees 
a police cruiser making its way towards him  

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from the other end of the street. They’d 
save him from these bloodthirsty maniacs.

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The car comes to a stop, and a pair of familiar 
police officers step out. They seem oddly calm,  

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given the situation. The man approaches, 
trying to plead with them through a throat,  

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wracked by pain, exhaustion, and terror. The 
mob is hot on his heels now. He needs help.  

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He desperately needs help. But as he tries 
to form the words, he gets a hard lesson in  

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the fact that these police officers are 
the wrong people to come to for that.

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The one closest to him slides his baton out of his 
belt and strikes the man across the face. His face  

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feels a sudden explosion of pain as his cheekbone 
shatters. Before he can even register what’s going  

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on, the other officer strikes the back of his leg 
with his baton, and he crumbles to the ground.  

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The two of them begin beating him relentlessly 
while he begs for mercy through broken teeth,  

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and it’s not long until the rest of 
the mob catches up and surrounds him.

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With a final strike to the 
face, everything goes black.

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When he opens his eyes, it’s night time, and he 
can feel something constricting his wrists and  

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neck. Heavy ropes cut into his skin. His hands 
are bound and there’s a noose around his neck,  

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the other end tied to the branch of a tree 
above him. His feet teeter precariously on  

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a stool below. The rope has no slack. 
He’s surrounded by the townspeople,  

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all armed and staring hatefully at him. The 
only light comes from their burning torches.

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The sheriff stands at the front of the 
crowd, his weeping wife standing next to  

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him. With a stony face, he dictates that, for 
the crime of murder, he has been found guilty,  

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and is sentenced to hang by 
the neck until he is dead.

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His eyes widen one last time in pure panic as the  

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sheriff holds up a photo of the 
dead man pulled from the river.

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What? No, there must be some kind of 
terrible mistake. I didn’t kill that man. I  

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AM that man! I am! I swear! Please--

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But before he can even form the words,  

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his own wife steps forward, and kicks 
out the stool from under his feet.

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While this story of fear, paranoia, mob 
mentality, and unspeakable violence may  

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seem as sadly natural and human as 
breathing air, the spark that ignited  

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this tinder box was decidedly inhuman. This is 
SCP-3852, also known as… Small Town Justice.

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First, meet SCP-3852-1. No matter what your gut 
feeling may be, I assure you that you do not  

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recognize him. He’s an unidentified male corpse 
and also an intrinsic factor in the SCP-3852  

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phenomenon. There are many SCP-3852-1 instances,  

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and all of them are physically and biologically 
identical. And if ever you encounter one of them,  

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unless the SCP Foundation can intervene 
in time, something terrible will happen.

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To put it simply, one of these unidentified 
corpses will manifest within the bounds of a small  

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town or village with a population of over 2,000 
people on the East Coast or in the Midwest of the  

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United States. Upon someone seeing the SCP-3852-1 
corpse, the SCP-3852 phenomenon will begin.  

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Despite having no internal or external 
injuries in an objective sense,  

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the victims of its anomalous effects will believe 
that it is a person from their town who has been  

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recently murdered - Despite the fact that 
this victim is very much alive in town.

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While initially it was believed that the selection 
of the victim, dubbed SCP-3852-2, was entirely  

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random, as more and more SCP-3852 incidents 
popped since the first was recorded in 1978,  

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a pattern began to emerge. It was discovered that 
the victims were all people who were believed  

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to have committed some serious or repeated 
crimes in the past, but who were acquitted  

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or otherwise cleared of charges. But when the 
phenomenon begins, a frightening switch occurs.

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While the body will take on the identity of the 
victim for a number of the township’s citizens,  

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the actual victim will become a depersonalized 
stranger. An outsider. Someone to be looked  

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upon with active suspicion that soon 
grows into paranoia, and eventually,  

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uncontrollable rage and bloodlust. But the fury of 
the mob being directed at one person is one thing;  

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a town being dragged into what seems like 
an outright civil war is quite another.

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The mob will arm themselves and go on the 
hunt for the accused. During the process,  

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if anyone in town attempts to stop them such 
as when individuals try to stand up on behalf  

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of the accused encouraging the mob to exercise 
caution and approach the situation rationally,  

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as happens in many SCP-3852 events, they 
too will become perceived differently.

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It is estimated that between 11 
and 27% of the affected community  

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will not be swayed to join the vigilante group,  

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and when they refute the accusations they will be 
accused of trying to impede the course of justice.  

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When the violence eventually breaks out though 
- as it always does - they will not be spared.

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When the victim that started 
it all is finally found,  

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they will be violently executed, at which 
point, the townsfolk will all begin behaving  

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normally and life will resume once more as 
if nothing ever happened. In the aftermath,  

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people will give inconsistent accounts of 
what occurred, but none will experience any  

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long-term traumatic effects from taking 
part in or witnessing the violence.

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Since the phenomenon was first noted back in 1978,  

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the SCP Foundation has recorded 
sixteen different SCP-3852 incidents,  

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some of which have been appended to the 
official files for expository purposes.  

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Once such event, labeled EV-3852-07F3T, is the 
very first that the Foundation encountered. During  

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this 3852 event which occurred in a small town in 
Indiana, 368 people were brought under the thrall  

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of the anomaly’s effects when the SCP-3852-1 
body was encountered in the town square just  

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after sunrise, and was identified as belonging to 
a 28-year-old local unemployed man named Glenn.

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It didn’t take long for the citizens 
to turn on the still living Glenn,  

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causing the poor young man to try and flee from 
the hundreds of people baying for his blood.  

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He was eventually overtaken by the townsfolk while 
trying to cross a river and escape from the town.  

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He was pulled from the river and beaten viciously. 
He was then dragged back into the town square  

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and hanged for his perceived crime of murdering… 
Himself. The SCP Foundation managed to recover the  

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anomalous SCP-3852-1 corpse before questioning the 
remaining townfolk and administering amnestics.

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An even worse event occurred eighteen years 
later in Ohio, recorded as EV-3852-15C1K.  

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This time, 572 people were affected by SCP-3852  

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when the body of a controversial local man named 
Hector was discovered in a nearby school yard.  

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Hector was a former factory worker, until he 
was involved in a drunk driving incident which  

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resulted in another driver dying and left Hector 
paralyzed from the waist down. When the body was  

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found, suspicion of course immediately 
fell upon the real Hector for the crime.

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When roughly 23% of the community objected to 
these accusations, they also became targets of  

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the violent mob intent on taking Hector’s life 
out of their twisted sense of justice. When  

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later interviewing one of the mob’s ringleaders, 
a 52-year-old named Matthew Escot, the Foundation  

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discovered that neither him nor any of the other 
mob members noticed the strange coincidence that  

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Hector’s killer was also a paraplegic man 
of about the same size and build as Hector.
  

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As predicted, nobody involved 
seemed to carry any guilt,  

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or even full awareness of what they’d 
carried out in pursuit of justice.

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Hector and those who were attempting to defend him 
were chased into an abandoned barn on the edge of  

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town for a final standoff. The mob dragged out 
Hector and his defenders and brutally murdered  

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them all. MTF Epsilon-6, also known as the 
Village Idiots - a group specializing in  

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small town anomalies - was called in to retrieve 
the SCP-3852-1 body and clean up the mess in the  

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aftermath. Incidentally, a video of the carnage 
was somehow leaked onto the video sharing website,  

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YouTube, some years later, causing a 
containment fiasco for the Foundation.  

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The investigation into the cameraman who filmed 
and presumably uploaded the video is ongoing,  

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and any information you may have into 
their identity should be reported to  

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the nearest Foundation agent so that they can 
be properly termina - … erm I mean, debriefed.

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SCP-3852 is an incredibly insidious anomaly,  

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because even in the most desirable scenario 
possible, at least one person is doomed to die.  

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In order for the town to be pacified and released 
from the anomalous effects of SCP-3852, the victim  

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designated SCP-3852-2 must be neutralized, 
there simply appears to be no other way.  

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When the Village Idiots are dispatched to a town 
in the thrall of SCP-3852, they are under strict  

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instructions to execute the SCP-3852-2 individual 
as quickly as possible and distribute amnestics  

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in order to avoid any additional or unnecessary 
bloodshed, before collecting the SCP-3852-1 body  

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and bringing it back for containment with 
the others at a secure Foundation site.

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Naturally, the SCP Foundation remains on the 
lookout for strange, hostile activity arising  

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in small towns, for fear that it could 
be another SCP-3852 incident unfolding.  

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There is no way of predicting where the anomaly 
will strike next, given that anywhere with a  

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population over 2,000 on the East Coast or in the 
Midwest is vulnerable to its influence. As such,  

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it has been given the Keter class to reflect 
the challenges it poses to reliable containment.

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The fact that SCP-3852 seems to attack people 
with some prior history of accused crime does  

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nothing to narrow down this roster, either. After 
all, every small town, no matter how idyllic,  

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holds dark secrets. SCP-3852 just provides 
a way to bring those secrets into the light.

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Now go and watch another entry from the files 
of Dr. Bob, like “SCP-056 A Beautiful Person”,  

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for another anomalous entity that will 
drive you to do horrifying things.  

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on notifications, so you don’t miss a  

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single anomaly, as we delve further and further 
into the SCP Foundation’s classified archives.